The void, Time Lords and saving people.
Chapter two:
850 years later to Rose
A petite black haired, pale skinned girl swung the large and heavy looking sword diagonally through the Dalek's dome head with ease, it was just the right angle that it slid off slowly and clattered to the ground loudly. Another three of the deadly outer space pepper pots advanced from behind the the girl, screeching their usual battle cry of 'EXTERMINATE!' Rose lll quickly dodged the shots from the mini tanks, though one got a lucky shot on her right thigh and that messed up her pattern and made her unbalanced, a second shot to her chest made her fall to the ground, she grunted with each impact of the death ray and squeaked when she hit the ground. The energy from the shots dispersed and shifted around the Red armour she was wearing that fully covered the the black jeans, red combat boots and pink hoodie, leaving no gaps for shots to get through apart from her head, the armour visibly transferred the energy to the glove on her left hand that resembled something like an energy pulse glove (A/N like the ones in nightmare in silver).
Rose quickly put her sword away and got in a crouching position with her right hand down and left raised in front of her, it crackled with electrical energy from her attackers and she smirked at them and thought 'Bad choice Daleks, your times up.'
She continued to dodge the shots and the ones she couldn't, she compensated for the force, keeping her balance and collecting the shots in her glove, when she was close enough to the three, she grabbed the middle one's eye stalk with her right and flipped over the top of the Daleks, pressing her left to the head of the one she was holding. Rose let her right grip go and twisted around her left so she landed on her feet behind them, her other hand still connected to the Dalek head, the death ray energy ran all over the shell, jumping to the others beside it. Of course these were just the Dalek shell armour, programmed with their fighting technique, just no squishy thing in the middle, she couldn't have live and fully functional Daleks wrecking her ship, but they still had that ear splitting robotic screech programmed in that made her smirk triumphantly.
When she took her hand off, the screaming stopped and smoke rose off the three of them and the light in their eye stalks went out. Rose walked away from the four empty and dead Daleks, she deactivated the armour from the glove, the entire armour set shrinking down until it only covered half way up her forearm, she slid it off her arm and took off the scarab with anti-Dalek sword as well .
She walked in to a room full of all sorts of weapons, armours and gadgets of all types, on the wall to her right when she entered the room, there was a long glass covered, metal cabinet showing the prototype of everything that was in the room she had dubbed the armoury. She put the two Dalek grade items in the only spot left in the cabinet as a cyberman with a black camouflage pattern on it came stomping in.
"Mistress, is the final testing done for the Dalek grade stuff?" Gun-slinger said in a voice that wasn't quiet Dalek, human or cyberman but mix of all three and distinctly male and Scottish, and to top it all off, slightly excited.
"Yes slinger, it's done, and if you must you can replicate it and go and play with it but I will only say this once" she said as if warning a small child not to break something for the thousandth time, getting up in the taller robot-ish's face "if you break any more of my ship, you are going to the void and this time you won't have any toys and no way to get back in," even in her third regeneration, she had the same ascent from when she was human.
"But I already told you, that was an accident, I didn't mean to break the console room floor," he whined.
"Don't care, be good," she said and patted him on the head, she walked out of the armoury and found her way out of the weapons experiments and other gadgetry section of her TARDIS and to the kitchen.
Who would have thought putting a Dalek creature inside an empty cyberman suite, deactivating the emotional inhibitor in the armour and syncing whatever is left of the Dalek's personality with the leftover emotions from whoever the cyberman once was, giving the Dalek full control of the suite and upgrading the armour it self so they can move faster and more freely. Rose still couldn't believe that it had worked, let alone the four she created are so different from each other in personality and hobbies, but are from two such uniform races. The only things that kept her sane over the centuries were once haunting her nightmares, amazing she thought, and she could almost hear her Doctor saying : 'brilliant in fact.'
As Rose walked in to said kitchen, she was ambushed by a very excited, lightly northern acsented, smaller, more female and less bulky looking Dalek driven cyberman armour in a short red dress holding a fork and a soufflé that looked actually edible, quite a far from the usual burnt mess that she came out with.
"Mistress! Mistress! I've finally perfected my recipe, here, try it" self named Clara Oswin had a obsession with cooking, especially soufflés, even as a full Dalek. Though with no need of food, no hands of any sort and being in that time lord war prison for god knows how long, she really wasn't that good at it, and being in a metal suit didn't help but it never stopped her from trying any way.
Eyeing the food cautiously, she took it and the fork, she pulled a bit off it and put it in her mouth and instantly cringed at the taste. Salty, oh so salty, but she refused to spit it out so she swallowed it, closing her eyes tightly as she did so.
Clara's shoulders slumped and her head lowered "you don't like it, do you?" She mumbled out.
"Maybe not so much salt next time," Rose said gently, handing the soufflé and fork back.
"Salty? But" she started to asked but she realised what she had done wrong and laughed a bit "I forgot to check the label on the jar, right then," she said and spun around "better go make a new one."
Rose instantly walked away from the kitchen, life or death if you get trapped when Clara Oswin, the Dalek cyberman, is cooking a soufflé, caused her first regeneration actually. No where els to go, she went to the console room, she hadn't been for a while so she thought 'why not.' When Rose got there, the scans turned to her asking: 'hey baby, finally reconsidered my offer?' She rolled her eyes at what the perverted mined of her TARDIS said and pushed it away.
On the console there was a blue flashing light, the shade if blue exact to the Doctor's TARDIS, which could only mean one thing, the small section of wall dividing the void and her universe was soft enough for her TARDIS to pass through with out splintering it, like the void ship the cybermen used, or even leaving an actual hole. (A/N if you have seen Doctor Who? : the Movie, with 8, like what he did with the glass.)
It is why she had been here so long, she really didn't want her universe to collapse but at the same time not wanting to spend eternity by herself out side of time and space, as you would. So centuries ago when she first came, when she was still young and a touch stupid, after she set up a clock that continuously measures how much time had passed since she came to the void, she put the TARDIS to work on how they could get back without destroying the universe, it took a year for him to figure out a way and now, 849 years, four months, two weeks, four days, ten hours, thirty two minuets and five seconds later, it was done, she could finally go home. Turning around, she grabbed the walkie-talkie like device attached to one of the outer console panels and started to talk in to it, sending her voice all over the TARDIS.
"Attention all slightly brainless cyberlek," as she had named her creation, "the wall is soft enough to go through now so hold on to something, it's going to be a bumpy ride, so Clara, stop bakeing that soufflé, Slinger, put the weapon down, Nurse, secure all breakables and Brainy, put the experiment in a safe place. This has been a message from your creator and designated pilot, pleas enjoy your flight," she ended like a flight attendant.
She put the thing down and started to twist knobs and pull leavers, preparing for the flight through the wall of her universe, she walked round the main console, grinning like a maniac, she typed in something in to the keyboard that controlled their destination, locking on to where ever the Doctor was in the latest part of his time stream. She through the final leaver and had to basically hug the console to stop from falling over as the TARDIS shook violently.
She gave a manic howl of laughter when the scanner showed that they had made it back to the universe, Rose quickly stumbled around the controls, keeping the TARDIS on track and locked on to the Doctor. Finally, they landed with a thump and one last violent jerk, making her fall to the ground, still laughing, when she settled down, she rose to her feet and walker over to the hat and jacket holder thing next to the door and took the World War Two style gas mask and black trench coat with hood that reached her ankles. She clicked her finger and the inside of the mask lit up, it may look old but it was very complex, inferred and night vision, different scanning abilities, communication to the TARDIS, omcomm and much more, one of Brainy's best inventions and the perfect creepy disguise, she pulled her hood up over her mask and made sure that she had in her coat pocket her sonic screwdriver and psychic paper that she never gave back to the Doctor. Yes, she was looking for the Doctor because she loved him but, she wanted to keep her true identity secret for a while, she didn't want to stay with him full time, being in one place for so long made her itch for adventures of her own, and if he had already found some one else, she didn't want to screw that up, the mask of course was just for show, having a different face and all.
When she walked out of her shadow TARDIS, the door was in the shadow of a large truck parked in front of a house on the corner of the street she had landed on, of course, the Doctor was in some normal street, causing trouble most likely. Mentally sighing, she closed the door by snapping her fingers and started walking, only when she started walking did she notes the white gas spewing out of every single vehicle, not knowing what to do she started running, when she got to the corner she went a bit further and ran in the middle of the road, she only stopped when she saw someone looking around frantically, it took her a few seconds to relies that it was the daft, pin striped, spike haired alien him self. She had found the Doctor in under a minuet, that has to be some sort of record.
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next chapter focuses on the episode 'The Poison Sky'.
had to change stuff, just re watched the episode.